The two quickly paid for their meal and headed toward the local Holy Light Clerics' command center. They did not know how the Holy Church's senior officers would receive them. Perhaps they would be arrogant and look down on Jaina's status as a princess.
After all, the Holy Church had already made its attitude toward nobles clear in its broadcasts, and neither she nor her teacher was a commoner. Given that attitude, this visit might end in humiliation.
Yet neither of them hesitated. Born in Azeroth, they loved this land deeply and sincerely. Noble or commoner, everyone lived in the same world. They had to find a path that could accommodate those at both the top and the bottom, or the future would bring no real change.
In the end, the old nobles would simply die, and other commoners would become the new nobles. This cycle had persisted in Azeroth for tens of thousands of years. They, too, wanted to know how the Holy Church would address it.
Filled with unease, the two arrived at the heavily guarded military compound. Before they could speak, a Holy Light Cleric on guard duty jogged over from a distance.
"Citizens, this is a restricted military area during wartime. Please do not enter by mistake." The cleric was very courteous, offering no harsh rebuke, merely stating a fact calmly.
His attitude was undeniably mild. In the kingdoms, if commoners dared to stray into an area under martial law, they would at least receive a fierce scolding from the guards. In more serious cases, they would even face military punishment.
But Anthony and Jaina did not leave. Instead, they looked at the cleric. "Hello, soldier. We are not commoners, but mages from Dalaran." Anthony explained their identities with a smile, without any of a mage's